I feel a song coming up
Nobody wants you when you're down and out -
Nobody wants you when you're up and about -
Nobody wants you -
Nobody wants you -
Why don't you just go home?
Nobody wants you when you're looking like that -
Nobody wants you when you're wearing that hat -
Nobody wants you -
Nobody wants you -
Why don't you just go home?
You come around here with a face full of hair -
You got some vain notion that somebody cares -
You think you're so great -
But you can't keep a beat -
Do something useful with your big ugly feet -
(Dynamite guitar solo)
Why don't you just go home?
Nobody wants you when you're up and about -
Nobody wants you -
Nobody wants you -
Why don't you just go home?
Nobody wants you when you're looking like that -
Nobody wants you when you're wearing that hat -
Nobody wants you -
Nobody wants you -
Why don't you just go home?
You come around here with a face full of hair -
You got some vain notion that somebody cares -
You think you're so great -
But you can't keep a beat -
Do something useful with your big ugly feet -
(Dynamite guitar solo)
Why don't you just go home?
Labels: Mi mi mi mi - ahem
posted by Lane Savant at 11:02 AM
6 Comments:
I am claiming copyright on anything on this site that I have a right to.
Even this song.
Hallo, Lane!
At least you seem to be wanted at home, with the refrain "... go home".
Regards from the LL and me to those "at home": You, Meredith, and Keth.
-- Anonomann
As I posted these bitchin lyrics on FFTR, I entitled it THE SIXTH BEATLE. It really has a John Lennon feel to it. I hear Ringo singing it. The driving pounding beat will be reminescent of HEY BULLDOG. I shit you not, it is all there in the fluff of your stuff.
It is interesting, and a tinge sad that I do not get many unknown commenters on FEEL FREE TO READ. There is, and has been, some great stuff on there, but the truth is there are a quad-trillion of blogs out there, and only so many million of readers; and those who may read, often do not comment. What a lucky dog Lane Savant is these days, since his comment section is abuzz with verbosity, poetry, music, and philosophy. I have to look at the number of hits on FFTR. That didn't occur to me.
Glenn
Now, you're cooking, Dougie! That really is a fine example of rock lyrics; nothing too cerebral, and easy to write some chords for. I can hear the guitars now, mostly in my mind I hear the base guitar, just rumbling like Duane Eddy, thumping like Buddy Holly. You really got my old foot tapping, dude. I guess you will do the solos, reedy and screamy probably. Butch may be right, you need to use a comic voice like Starky's.
Hey, I went to FFTR, to check out the hit numbers, and there are none. What kind of bull is that? Is that something that you left off when you set it up for Butch? Or does he have to put in a request for it, or what? Maybe I don't know where to look, or how to look.
Is this song that is buzzing round your head the first one of a new rock opera you are working on? That would be cool, enit?
Eddy
It is so nice to see your creative juices flowing, dearest Doug--but you might work a bit harder on the rhyme scheme. I, personally, never did get into song lyrics, but then your weren't writing music back then, were you, lover?
I am beginning to almost like that poetry, or quasi-poetry that Butch pumps out several times a week. What's up with him putting most of it on Alex's blogsite now? Does he think you do not appreciate his "sensitive" nature? What a foolish boy he is.
Emily
The song can be sung to the tune of
"get up and go" by the Rutles.
If you wanted to use that tune, you should probably get in touch with Eric Idle, he wrote it.
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